A storm of flashing lights. A matchless magic bullet. The sight of the light pouring down like a merciful rain and burning the mid-air was surely too beautiful to be described in such words.

　The white light left many lines in the sky and thrust itself towards the royal castle. It was unparalleled in its violence, yet infinitely beautiful.

　In the middle of the sky, white with red danced and joyfully clung to a number of jewels.

　Red, blue, white and black. Red, blue, white, black... all the jewels that shine in every possible way are supreme for Bhau-Agathos. The very life of the creature that he once wished for, and thus turned into a jewel. Their radiance is now forming colors here.

　Being with those jewels is the best time for Agathos. Agathos thinks that it will be the same for those who became gems.

　At any rate, being with Agathos, the supreme jewel, must be happiness. What else can it be?

　Therefore, Drigman, I give you this glory as well. Be with me as a jewel.

　That arrogant selfishness is Agathos's absolute idea. It is the soul itself that never wavers.

　Although she is a demoness, she is not bound by gods or demons. She believes that her own thoughts and existence are the only truth. That's why she is strong and that's why she doesn't understand anyone.

　In a sense, the demoness Bhau-Agathos may be a complete being on her own.

　She is the only one who has value. It is her standard of value, and as such, it is absolute. The radiance that is unaffected by all things is nothing but her original.

　The one and only jewel of perfection. That is the demoness Bhau-Agathos.

　On the other hand, the opposing demon is the exact opposite of her.

"...... Agathos

　You can find a lot of people who are looking for the best way to get the most out of their life. His body was failing, and he could not seem to resist the threat that was about to befall him.

　He had lost his heart, but the only reason he was able to survive Agathos' full power was because he had the benefit of the magic mechanism he had created and the half of the ring given to him by the Lord.

　But that is only a means of prolonging life for a little while. In the face of this barrage of heat, the light of his life is certain to be extinguished. The ring is no longer something he can rely on.

　The ring is no longer something he can rely on, but a light always shines brighter before it is extinguished.

You really haven't changed. You've always been an idiot.

　In an instant, the white light was consumed by the demon's cleave. It was the unmistakable original of Drigman. The waving palm spread a flash of evil all over the field of vision and devoured the white, and then the white regained its strength and devoured the evil.

　A race between white and demon. This continues several times, and still does not stop, with a roar that rips your ears to shreds. Two opposing demons... The two opposing demons were refusing to accept each other even here and now.

　Agathos opens his eyes wide, smiles with full of emotion and says.

"How much can you resist now? Don't you think you're too weak to live on your own?

　The momentum gave Agathos a slight boost. The jewel glittered and continued to increase the output of its gushing heat. The momentum was almost unstoppable.

　Drigman takes it head on, but still keeps Agathos in his sights. As if to say that he does not intend to give in at all.

　Agathos, who is complete on his own, and Drigman, who is part of a group, will never be compatible. Drigman understood that this relationship would never change. To begin with, the world in which he lived was different from that barbarian princess. There was no way their paths would cross so easily.

　When Drigman wasn't a demon. There was a time when the existence of the fairy race was an ancient belief and became a myth.

　There was an ideal world of the fairy race, a kingdom. A simple and peaceful land with a majestic king who led the country and a queen who loved all the fairies.

　There was no one to oppose, and it was a happy time when everyone could enjoy freedom and freedom of movement. This ideal lasted for several hundred years.

　All the fairies thought so. And so it must go on for the next hundred years and the next hundred years. Maybe they couldn't imagine anything else.

　But nothing in this world is imperishable, and there is no happiness that does not fall away. Over the course of history, the belief in the fairy race has been eroded by pagan spirits, and everything has been consumed.

　The ideal world has been transformed, and the fairy tribe has become a servant of the spirit gods.

　Yes, that's why. On the day he lost his beloved queen and so many of his people, the king made up his mind.

　Even if he had to look up to the invaders as his beloved masters. Even if the fairy race itself loses its intelligence and its way of being.

　I will make sure to seize the age of happiness for my people this time. That's why I swore allegiance to my new master and here I am.

　--There is an old myth of the fairy race. The world is in the hands of the gods.

　Drigman opened his palm to the sky and said. The heat rays pouring in relentlessly were undoubtedly bringing his body closer to destruction, but he could not break its will.

What can you say, Agathos, a coward who could only be one? You are strong, yes. But that's all.



　The words speak frankly of Drigman's thoughts.

　The power and annihilation that Agathos possesses is so powerful that it cannot be compared to anything else. At the very least, it is not something that the current you can fight. At best, I can only buy time by letting my life slip away.

　But Agathos can do nothing more than that. Therefore, he can't stop himself.

　For a moment, Drigman caught sight of the human Lugis out of the corner of his eye. He was no longer lying on the ground, but his eyes were wide open. In a very rare moment, something like a smile appeared on Drigman's mouth.

　Drigman does not know what to call this feeling. It was not rage or hatred, nor was it sadness or contempt.

　He still didn't know what to call it until the end. Drigman turned to Lugis, who was now crumpled. Only Lugis could have heard him over the roar.

"If you can survive, try to survive. When you do, you won't be able to die normally anymore. Bless you, my enemy.

　As soon as he said it. Drigman clutched his palm to the sky. As if trying to grasp a distant world in his hands, one he could not grasp.

　And so Drigman's world reverses, and his source material is transformed into a furnace. Drigman could hear the heat of the ring inside him melting.

　It was once used to control humans, but now that Althea had manipulated it, it was meaningless. It would be more useful to turn it into power.

　Oh, and the other half is in that person anyway.

　In his fading consciousness, Drigman leaned on the ring for a moment. That was all. As usual, he offered it a small blessing.

　And the next thing you know, Drigman is gone. All was lost, and he was transformed into a world whose very existence was miniscule.

　A demonic world that burns as long as the furnace holds the spark and continues to erode the world. There was an eternal utopia that would continue to devour man and his demonic enemies.

　For now, it is still a small, weak world, a sphere the size of a man. But it will never stop expanding. Not until the world is covered with the ideal that the original once dreamed of.

"...... Which is stupid. Oh, really. I hate you, you idiot. This is why I hate herdsmen.

　The jewel that had been wreaking so much havoc chimed in with a flicker of red. There was something in her gaze that had once been a kindred spirit.

　I'm sure those words will never reach him.